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Kristin hannah books night road5/19/2023 If my mom hadn’t come back, I think that one would have worked out.” I know how hard it is to place older kids. Watters made that disappointed sound, a soft exhalation of breath that wasn’t quite a sigh. Watters had said.Įven half-asleep, Lexi knew what that meant. Yesterday, she’d been wakened early by her caseworker and told to pack her things. But how could she believe that, really? At fourteen, she might not know much, but she knew this: kids in the system were returnable, like old soda bottles and shoes that pinched your toes. She wanted to think that her life would be different there. Bears probably crept through the quiet subdivisions at night, looking for places that not long ago had been theirs. She pictured eagles perched on telephone poles and stars that seemed close enough to grasp. There was a vaguely magical air about the place names they hinted at a landscape she could hardly imagine, of snow-draped mountains that came right down to the water’s edge, of trees as tall and straight as church steeples, of an endless, smogless blue sky. Lexi Baill studied a Washington State map until the tiny red geographical markings shimmied in front of her tired eyes.
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